Hey!! Put your hands in the air!!
Put your hands in the air!!
Stop!!!
I’m a mic checker more addict than a hacker
It’s first-class when I verse to the mass
Hip hop is my gun, lyrics are my shells
Raining down on town ready to ring the bells
Stage to stage, rhyme to rhyme
My words are loose in space and time
I break this down and bring it on top
My skills are magic. Just breathe and stop
Here from I don’t know direct to you
The funky drunky sound and lunacy too
Speaker’s burn with my fuckin’ rage
Trailing my mind as I turn this page
Drivin’ you slowly and bringing fire
Rhyming with soul and expressing desire
The breakdown is crucial to rock steady
I hope that you are ready
Chorus:
When I grab the mic I turn insane
When I take the mic I bring the pain
When I’m on stage it feels so fine
When I rhyme the world is mine
I cannot end this… pull me in
Push me harder and then drag that string
Make me wanna sing, make me wanna rap
So furious… so fast… this game is a trap
I knock you out… heat the floor one more time
I’m the master of the game so I score prime
I’m illegal… I’m unofficial… I’m immoral… I’m informal
I’m of the record… superior to the normal
Sit down… relax and burn with my words
Do you know how this shit works?
I’m the leader… you follow me
When you look to me what a fuck do you see?
Your boss… Your pimp… hey open your mind
Is just craft… yours truly all the time
Come to the stage with me… come with me
Be like me… I’m whatever I wanna be
Chorus
Hey!! Put your hands in the air!!
Put your hands in the air!!
Hey!! Put your hands in the air!!
Like you just don’t care
Pianos kicks
Mind slicks
Beating… spiting
Drinking and living
Life my way
Night by night day by day
Over and over again
Just the memory remains
Chorus
Lyrics © 2007 by António Louro
Vocals by AJ Craft
